White falls
topping pearls of
wet
frozen alabaster
sheets
under a fast falling
deep spring snow
Just a small bump
and gravity has its
pull on me
an attraction that
starts slowly
tumbling down
gaining speed
blustering past
small saplings
gathering branches
picking up snow
cascading rocks
billowing energy
when the rumbling stops
at the base of the mountain.
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